I might add more to it, but this is all I have so far. Hope you like it.
So beautiful, yet deadly at the same time.
With its soft petals that fall,
And brush against my skin,
The silky texture makes me feel so good.
It’s such a sin.
The thorns on its stem,
Prick the palm of my hand,
With their pointed tips,
Sharp enought to cut glass.
Blood starts to drip.
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